The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-08-18
WON BY LOVE.

Danvers switching the heads off the
white meadow-daisies as he walked
along, and glancing askance at the
graceful, girlish figure, and sweet,
downcast face that kept pace so mod
estly and silently beside him. Away
from this out-of-the-way country hole,
where the people understand and care
for nothing but to grub for existence
despise, or regard with impudent
curiosity, everyone whose instincts
and intuitions are higher and nobler
than their own. feel that London is
the only place for me. My talents
and abilities are lost here; 20 one
comprehends, no one appreciates me,
except yourself, little Daisy" the
speaker added, more graciously, land
my dear mother"
Little Daisy, as her companion had
called her, made no answer in words;
her only reply was glance, timid and
loving, from pair of wistfui, soft
blue eyes, that sank modestly the in
stant they met Cyrirs.
He reached out, and took her soft,
little sunburut hand within his own.
you won't forget me, little sweet
heart. You aud my mother will pray
for me at home, while | work hard in
the profession that will one day bring
me fame and fortune. l am sure Of
that" he added lifting his head proud
ly. "And you know that sketch that
/ made of you when first you cameP
Well. L shall make it the central figure
for the great picture that is to make
my fame; Marguerite or Madonna
probably. And when | am rich | shall
come back and marry you, and show
the world the original as my own
sweet wife. Will you wait for me SO
long, little Daisy?"
The young girl raised her innocent
eyes to his, and shook her head, with q
blush and suppressed sigh.
1T would be no use if | did," she an
swered, simply. you will have
changed your mind, know; you will
not want me then"
But Cyril protested earnestly against
that
"You are the dearest little thing in
the worldr he said; land you know
l love you. Promise, Daisy, dear, to
wait for me"
And so she promised him; wonder
ing, in her innocent humility, that he
so handsome and so gifted, and
some day to be so great - should
choose little country maiden for his
love, but having no doubts, in her own
simple truth, of his sincerity.
Il will read and study hard when
you are away" she said, between her
smiles and tears; $50 that, when the
day you speak of comes, shall not
shame you"
And he told her, half in earnest and
quite truthfully, that ''she could never
shame him." that her innocence, and
truth, and beauty would grace the
highest station. And as he clasped
her in his arms, and kissed her sweet,
shy lips, and realized that she loved
him, something deeper and more SER
ious than a mere light fancy awoke
in his vain, ambitious soul, and for the
moment he felt that the faith of this
pure young heart was better treasure
than wealth or fame could bring him.
But being man, he put the thought
away. For-''Love is of mans life a
thing apart"
''She is sweet little thingw he
thought contentedly, land when my
position in the world is assured l will
come back and marry her. No man
could have lovelier or purer little
wife!'
But the world, with its batteries and
disappointments, its promises, delu-
sions, and snares, soon effaced the
light impression poor Daisy had made
upon a light and tickle heart; and he
was annoyed when his mother wrote
him, three years later:
"Our Daisy" as you used to call
her, is nineteen now. Her aunt has
left her a little fortune, and she has
welcomed it for your sake, Cyril, to
be of some use to you. You cannot
think how the poor child has studied
TO improve herself, for the same rea-
son, or how faithfully she clings to her
love for you, and her belief in your
solemn engagement. My son, if you
do not really purpose making her your
wife. it would be more honorable to
ask her to release you. 1t is crime
to triie with a trusting heart, and
such one is Daisy's."
When this letter reached him he
was quite impatient and vexed, and
inveighed bitterly against "the folly
of young girls who take a word of flat
terry in earnest?
''For | have no recollection of any
thing like serious engagement" he
wrote, although, of course, if Daisy
claims that such was the case, / shall.
if necessary, sacrifice myself to sense
of honor. But I believe my cousin is
too just to require this. and too sensi-
BILE to believe that a man and woman
could marry happily upon the mere
remnant of hoy-and-girl Irritation.
1t is not that any other love has filled
my heart. have never really loved.
Ny art is my one love, and my life's
one aim and hope is-Ambition.
And to himself he said
Marry. indeed! Tie myself down